On to Lucky Number Three!

Hope springs eternal...oddly enough, I am hopeful for this cycle already. It has to work this time, right?

I just called and left a message at the fertility clinic letting them know I'm starting a new cycle and ready for round three. This time I've requested that I have an ultrasound just prior to ovulation. You see, Clomid is notorious for thinning the lining, and a thin lining does not make a comfortable cushion for an embryo. So, I want to see what's going on in there. I'm hoping it's not too expensive to do the ultrasound, but I'm betting on at least $200.

It's so weird how these first two weeks go by so fast, and the last two weeks draaaaaag on. Before you know it, it'll be IUI day, and then the horrible wait begins. Where you analyze every twinge and pain because it could mean implantation. Where you stab at your boobs so much you can't tell if they're tender from pregnancy, PMS or from stabbing at them so much. Where you lie in bed at night with your hands over your lower abdomen talking to your uterus and the possible little embryo in there, telling it to snuggle in and hoping beyond hope that something is working right in there. Where you get the urge to do a pregnancy test - one of the cheap online ones you buy in bags of 50 - when you're only five days past ovulation, even though you know it's WAY too early. And where you try not to think or stress about it, but, like that pink elephant (quick, what are you thinking about right now?), it's all you think about.

Here's to number three, lucky cycle number 37!